Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Final Guest Blog...

Katie doesn't have a blog, but she wanted to try her hand at it with this story. So without further ado, here she is!

Ok, so…I dunno how this whole blogging thing goes, so im just gonna try and do my best…

Anytree, last year, around this time, I was getting ready to graduate high school..(1st in a class of 32, might I add!) well, as you know, there is this tradition called a Senior Prank, and the last couple of years, there hadn’t been one, soooo it was our job to restart the tradition…

The bad thing about this is that our classes idea of a“harmless” prank was to remove the valve stems (if you don’t know what a valve stem is, it’s the thing that makes the air stay in a tire) off of 5 of the 6 buses that our school ran ever morning.Lots of students didn’t quite make it to school on time.As you can tell, my class holds the gray crayons of the box.

The group of kids that I ran with had nothing to do with this prank, as we were the good kids.Well….kinda…we did stupid, yet harmless stuff…

Me and my friends (we’ll just leave their names out of this) decided that we were going to do something productive to make everyone forget about the bus incident.We were going to plant a tree.So, that night, we sneak up to the school, pick out the tree that we are going to, ahem, move to another location, and start digging.

There was one major flaw in this plan…we forgot flashlights.So while using the camera flash to see, we dug up this tree.It took us 30 minutes to get through the roots.It was nuts.Then…we pick out target destination.Right dead center of the baseball field.That’s right, the pitchers mound.

Ok…the dirt on a pitchers mound is packed tighter than Travis shoved in a Prius, so it took us a good hour to dig a hole deep enough to put this tree in there…it was crazy!We dug the hole, put the tree in, and packed the dirt in around it.It was a masterpiece.

The next day, as the baseball coach was walking onto the baseball field while talking on the phone, and I quote “(insert meaningless conversation here) oh my god, there is a tree on my mound.” (that’s what she said)

Ok…so,the whole bus thing was forgotten, and no one ever suspected the valedictorian, salutatorian, and the “most enterprising” student to everbreak the rules by planting a tree…

I'm a husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I teach English and Literature to the youth of today. I love Jesus and my mother, and I'll gladly introduce you to both. I love photography and writing. Duke basketball keeps me occupied for half the year, and hating Chapel Hill keeps me busy the other half. As you can tell from the title of my blog, I like stories. I'm a big guy with a big voice, trying desperately to be heard by someone before The Lord takes me home. Let's be best friends.